Mu Qiu felt she had found some fun.
Watching Cheng Zhirang wearing a pink suit, or if that didn't work, a bright red one would do, and if not, maybe a floral pattern.
She just didn't know if she would ever see it in her lifetime.
She didn't voice this little thought, but based on her previous question, he could probably guess.
Cheng Zhirang lowered his eyes and shook his head slightly, laughing at her whimsical ideas.
The warm and intimate dining time had ended, and he had to leave.
Mu Qiu saw him to the door, stood on her toes, and kissed him.
"When you're done, go back and get some good rest, no need to come over."
Cheng Zhirang paused for a moment.
For some reason, he felt like she was dismissing a man after a night, the kind who would change her face once the door closed.
"Do you not need me to come over?"
